Page 42 of Off the Pitch

“Fuck.”

“Well it’s gotta be a good sight if I can make you swear.” I chuckled. Christian turned his head, burying his face in the pillows. “Oh, no. No hiding. I want you to look at me.”

I climbed on the bed, sliding over to him and capturing his mouth in a deep, filthy kiss. Christian groaned into my mouth, and I couldn’t help but kiss him harder, sucking on his tongue, wanting to pull more delicious noises from him. One hand found his chest, and my fingers caressed the skin softly, stroking up and down, brushing the tops of his abs. Damn, they were gorgeous. I was going to have so much fun exploring them with my tongue.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I said, breaking off and gazing deep into his eyes. I’d forgotten how beautiful they were—an ocean of blue surrounded by the longest lashes I’d ever seen. I could get lost in them. “So beautiful.”

“I’m no—” Christian started, but his words cut off, melting into a whimper as my fingers rolled his nipple between them. I groaned and pressed kisses down his jaw and onto the soft skin of his neck. I wished I could leave marks to show everyone that he was mine.

“Yes, you are. So fucking beautiful, Christian.”

Christian writhed under me as my lips made their way down his chest, my fingers working over his abs and hips, reaching down to squeeze that perfect ass. I deliberately avoided his cock. I wanted to draw this out for as long as possible, and he looked so close to the edge already.

He gasped as I sucked his nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue and nipping it gently. His head was thrown back, mouth open as I toyed with both of his nipples, alternating between them until they were puffy and red and slick with spit.

“Please,” he begged, his voice wrecked as I began to work my way lower again, exploring the beautiful ridges of his stomach. “David. Please.”

“Please, what?” I asked. I knew I shouldn’t tease him, but I wanted to hear the desperation in his voice again.

“I… please, I want…” He bucked up against me as my fingers slid over the insides of his thighs. I pressed deep kisses along his delicious v-cuts, loving the way he whined in pleasure, unable to form any more words.

“Christian,” I said, looking up at him, trying to focus his attention on me. I wanted to give him everything, but I needed to know I wasn’t going too far. He needed to want this as much as I did. “Christian, I want to blow you. Is that okay?”

Christian lifted his head. His bottom lip was swollen where he’d been biting it, and he looked completely wrecked. If this was what simple teasing could do, I couldn’t wait to see what actually fucking him would do. He nodded, then seemed to remember my earlier point about using his words.

“Please, David. Please will you suck me?”

“Well, baby, when you ask like that,” I said, smiling up at him. “How can I refuse?”

His cock lay heavy against his hip, precum beading at the tip and pooling on his skin. As much as I wanted to swallow him whole, slide him into my throat, and listen to him gasp for breath, I knew that would be sensory overload. Instead, I settled myself between his thighs, nudging them open and casually squeezing the firm muscles, loving the way Christian groaned.

I started with teasing kisses, peppering them across his sack and the base of his cock as Christian whined and whimpered in pleasure. My tongue darted out, slowly licking his erection, before placing a soft sucking kiss on the head, lapping up the gathered precum.

“You taste so fucking good,” I murmured, swirling my tongue around the head and teasing the underside, casually pulling out every trick I’d learnt over the past few years to turn Christian into a puddle underneath me. I didn’t get a response, just a broken moan. Perfect. Now it was time to make him scream.

I wrapped my lips around the purpling head and sucked, sliding his cock deep into my mouth as Christian’s hips bucked at the sensation.

“Ohh fuck,” Christian gasped, writhing on the bed as I deepthroated him. I hummed in pleasure around him, loving the extra moans that slid from his lips. I loved the weight of his cock on my tongue, the soft musky scent of him filling my nose and the smoothness of his skin beneath my fingers. I’d always loved giving head and giving my partners pleasure, but this was something else.

Christian seemed beyond words as I picked up a rhythm, mixing little flicks over the head with sliding him in deep, wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft. My other hand snaked between my thighs, gripping my own cock and stroking myself slowly. I wanted to make Christian come first, wanted to taste his release on my tongue and see his beautiful ‘O’ face again.

“D—David,” Christian whimpered. “I’m—I’m so close.”

I hummed again, sliding down further and tightening my lips, caressing him with my tongue. I could feel him swell in my mouth, and with a broken moan, Christian thrust up and emptied deep into my waiting mouth. I swallowed everything down, not wanting to miss a drop, savoring the salty taste of him.

When I looked up, Christian looked completely fucked out—wild hair stuck to a damp forehead, deliciously flushed skin, and wide eyes. My own erection throbbed in my grip, reminding me that I hadn’t come and how desperate I was to cover him in my cum and mark him up.

“Baby, I wanna come on you,” I said, groaning as I twisted my thumb over the sensitive, leaking head. “Please, can I?”

Christian whined again, nodding at me. “Please. I want that. I wanna be yours.”

His voice was utterly wrecked, and it went straight to my cock. I could already feel the rising rush of my orgasm threatening to overtake me as I worked my fingers faster and faster. With one hand, I pushed myself up, kneeling between Christian’s thighs. The sight of him lying beneath me, looking like a work of art was too much.

“Fuck, fuck, oh shit!” My cock painted his stomach with ropes of cum as my orgasm hit me like a fucking freight train. I could barely stay upright as stars burst behind my eyes.

Shit, if this was just what it was like jacking off while blowing him, what was a blow job from him gonna do to me? Who knew what would happen when we got to sex—would I actually explode and die?

I collapsed down next to him, bouncing off his mattress. Christian laughed and burrowed into my arms, smearing both of us with cum.

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